Thinking Unthinkable||Cristiano Ronaldo

Chapter twenty

Cristiano's POV

She's coming back to Madrid. It's my time to win her back. That little brat of Neymar is not going to keep her and I assure you that. She's just using him to get over me. But she doesn't know what's coming. She's mine. Only mine.

Emily's POV

Today's the day, my last match.
I got to the stadium a bit earlier, then everyone. No one was in the stadium except me. I walked onto the beautiful cut pitch. I smiled, as I looked at the stands.
"It's a beautiful pitch huh?" A familiar voice said.
"Why are you here?" I sighed. I didn't want to fight, I wasn't in the mood. I just wanted to enjoy the day, and my last match.
"Your dad, invited me. Even if we aren't together we are still Amigos." Cristiano spoke.
"I'm sure you've heard the news." I asked, he hummed.
"But I'm pretty sure you're happy right?" He asked.
"I don't know, maybe I enjoyed it here in Barcelona."
"You didn't enjoy it Emily, I saw it from your face. You hated it, what you enjoyed was being able to play with your Crap of a brother and make your Father happy." He gave me a smile. I smiled back.
"Maybe you're right."
"I always am." He said.
"Wait, why are you here so early?" I asked.
"Hm, I don't want to bring attention like I always do. I'm going to be watching from my own box up top, and I have to get there before people actually arrive." He said as he walked off. I took a last glance of the empty stands before people started to fill them.

Cristiano wandered off, I didn't even see him. I was surprised with Cristiano. Even if he heard the news of Leo being my brother he didn't even care.

I walked to the locker room changing into my Nike uniform. I always left my hair down, mainly because people might spot my small CR7 tattoo. I'm surprised people actually haven't even peaked at it. I was going to get it removed but I haven't had time. But it's probably because it's not really that big it's tiny. I put on my shorts and my socks. I put on a pair of Messi shoes.

I looked back at my Face and my number on the locker room wall. Last time I will be playing here as far as I know.
A few seconds later a group of players arrived.
They all looked at me and I just sighed.
"So, back to Madrid huh?" Sergio Roberto said.
"Uh-huh."
"So where do you like better." He Smiled. I always thought Sergio Roberto was cute and he was a bit awkward like me. I moved towards him, because I didn't want anyone else to know.
"Between you and I, Real Madrid." I whispered. He laughed and I just chuckled aswell.
I put up my hair for a bit because it was hot in the locker room before Sergio spoke again.
"Hm, you have a tattoo of Cristiano's initials?" He asked.
I blushed in embarrassment, as I immediately put my hair down. He laughed, which made heads turn.
"Wait...aren't you with Neymar now?" He asked.
I nodded,"I got this tattoo way before I met Cristiano, I just haven't had the time to get it removed. He was my idol, which is why I got it." I smiled. He nodded and went back to unpacking his bag. I got up and left, because the boys had to get changed.
I waited in the hallway as I got approached by Luis.
"Dad, why did you invited him?" I looked at him.
"He asked to come, I just agreed. He's my friend, but I didn't want a mess like last time to happen." He said.
I agreed and went to my Instagram, everyone was commenting '#thankyouemily' but others were commenting hateful things like 'haha the traitor is going back.' I've learned to deal with the haters and ignored them.

I paced around the hall , thinking of the pros of being in Madrid and the Cons. If I were to be honest the Pros wouldn't outweigh the cons of being in Madrid.

The only pros would be that I get to play in my favourite team and that I get to play with the best team mates in the world.

Honestly,
I don't even know anymore. I'm just not mood anymore. Maybe, it's time for me to just quit football in definite.